Chapter 1583 Fishing Day (3)
The sky darkened at an unimaginable speed. Several people sitting on the shore began to pack their things. Natasha stomped out the flames with her boots, and then buried the fire with soil, leaving only an inconspicuous wisp of smoke.
"Did anyone tell you that there might be bears here?" Natasha said casually as she kicked away the stones beside the fire.
"Did anyone tell the bear that we were here?" Schiller said without looking back, holding his stool, "Especially, did anyone tell the bear that there were Russians here?"
The red-haired female agent laughed wildly and said out of breath, "Stop making such stereotypical jokes. It's not funny at all."
At this time, I only heard the voices of Ivan and Steve talking intermittently from the front: "Yes, at that time, in order to prove that I was an adult, I rushed into the forest and killed a bear with my bare hands..."
Natasha pursed her lips, made a face, quickly caught up with Schiller, patted him on the shoulder and said, "There is no such coming-of-age ceremony in Russia. When I became an adult, I also ate cake like Americans."
"And next to it is the head of the previous Black Widow, right?" Schiller was not polite at all.
"What kind of people do we all look like in your eyes? Barbarians who drink blood from their hair?" Natasha raised her eyebrows. The light from the lakeside cabin shone on her face, making her three-dimensional facial features undulate like mountains in the night.
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"Stereotypes," Schiller commented, sounding professional like a psychiatrist, but then added: "There are always a few Russians who have never killed anything, not even in their dreams when they were drunk.
Order something, right?"
"There must be some. If you go to Moscow and look for them, you might be able to find a few such cowards."
They followed the light of the lake house to the front of the porch. After opening the door, they found that the fireplace had not heated up yet, and the room was filled with moist cold air. Steve walked around the house and finally found the door in an inconspicuous corner.
Several pieces of completely unburnable wood that had been infected by moisture were found in the box.
"Looks like we're going to start chopping wood." Steve strode into the house carrying an ax and said in that bravado tone: "'Where's the bear, where's the bear?' - Do I look like that?
Like a Russian?”
"You are far behind. Often at this time my father has already come in with the bear's head. He chops it like firewood, and the blood just splashes on the pile of firewood behind our hut..."
"Dr. Vanke, stop scaring these Americans." Natasha sat on the sofa and raised her delicate chin and said, "Lest our Captain America, who is always known for his bravery, have to find a bear here to show you.
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"Your estimate is completely wrong." Schiller caught up with her words, but also teased Steve: "Our Steve is not Tony Stark, and he doesn't have that kind of inappropriate competitive spirit.
Provoke him and he will only vent his anger on the firewood."
But the good-tempered Steve just held the ax and smiled and shook his head. Nick's heavy footsteps sounded from behind him. He poked his head into the room and said: "What's the situation? How can an ax be used?"
there is none left?"
With a "hoo!", the window behind the sofa opened, and pieces of freshly chopped firewood flew in. Eric didn't even move his fingertips, and leaned on the single sofa as if he was sleepy, using that
He said in a still unflattering tone: "You guys really seem to be playing some kind of 'pretend we don't have superpowers' game."
"Oh, please!" Natasha spread her hands wordlessly and said, "I thought there were any special difficulties besides wood. Or maybe you want to embarrass Captain America. How could anyone really want to chop wood?"
Nick immediately slid to the chair closest to the fireplace, wrapped his jacket tightly and said, "Thank God, thank you for superpowers. It's no fun to play ordinary people. Who can make the fire hotter?"
Steve also walked into the house. He squatted next to the fireplace and lit some twigs and stuffed them in. Soon the flames started to burst out. The warmth made people drowsy, and in between the drowsiness, some
More aimless chatting went on without any preface and follow-up words.
"I don't know why you two don't want to start a family anymore." Nick, while polishing his boots, glanced up at Charles and Eric and said, "Eric makes sense, he already has
We have children, what about you? Charles."
"Do you think children and family are interchangeable relationships?" Charles asked again in a tone full of academic vocabulary.
"Often, it means that an attempt to start a family failed."
"But it is not a complete failure, or in other words, if it is forced by external forces or limited by the times, there is no need to be pessimistic." After Charles finished speaking, he glanced at Eric next to him.
"Do you think you should fall in love with someone first and then want to start a family with them, or do you want to start a family with someone and then prove that you fall in love with them?" Steve asked.
"You want to ask whether love and family are necessarily related?" Schiller was looking for possible tea sets in the kitchen of the cabin at this time, and said: "Or, you want to know whether love is necessarily related to family, including your love
objects, including children.”
"I think love is only related to a sense of responsibility, and family is a manifestation of a sense of responsibility. If the love is so strong that you will inevitably want to be responsible for the other person, and then you will start a family." Schiller
This is the answer.
"Does it mean you lack a sense of responsibility if you don't start a family? Does it mean you've never fallen in love with someone?" Natasha asked with a frown.
"This offended too many people, including me." Schiller took out a small bag of tea from the cupboard, opened it for inspection and said: "There is one step between responsible thinking and starting a family, and that is reality.
, without realistic conditions, an idea is just an idea.”
Charles turned to look at Eric again, and Eric was like a cat enjoying the softness of the sofa and the warmth of the fireplace. As for the rest, like a cat, he might have heard it but didn't care at all.
"So, doctor, are you not starting a family because of reality?"
This question was a bit pointed, but considering it was Captain America Steve who asked him, it didn't sound like a forced question.
"First of all, I am an autistic patient, so don't place too high demands on my emotional abilities." Schiller plugged in the kettle and said: "If happiness and anger in daily life are the bottom of the pyramid, then for a person
Wholehearted love is the tip of the pyramid, and any psychopath who lacks sympathy and empathy tells you that he is truly in love with someone, just listen."
"You can't get the truth out of him." Natasha looked at Steve and said: "Autism is like a standard answer to all personal questions, and you have nothing to say except sympathy for him.
said."
Steve pushed his lower lip upward until it pushed up his upper lip, which looked like he agreed or expressed dissatisfaction.
Schiller came over with a plate of hot tea, placed the teacups in front of them one by one, and then said: "Of course, this is only part of the reason. Generally speaking, the desires and hormone secretion of autistic patients are normal.
, so they won’t be dysfunctional.”
Hearing such topics, Natasha immediately raised her eyebrows with interest. She picked up the cup of hot tea, leaned forward, put her elbows together on her knees and said:
"In fact, I have pursued several professors or doctors. The biggest reason why I am interested in them is the aggressiveness they inadvertently reveal under their gentle and polite appearance. The process of pursuing them is like hunting under the skin of a human being.
wild beasts—I love hunting so much.”
Now, it was Eric's turn to glance at Charles. Charles was more like a dog curled up in a blanket. His eyes were always moist and his face was cheerful, as if he didn't want to bite anyone at all.
“Research has shown that people’s interest in people who look like ascetics is similar to the thrill of violating taboos, and some people deliberately hide their indulgent side to attract those who are interested in tasting forbidden fruits.
Object."
"Is that so with you, doctor?"
"There is also a possibility." Schiller didn't care about Natasha's slightly aggressive eyes. He just looked at her and said, "Avoiding love life as much as possible is a last resort."
Eric glanced at Charles again. Charles was still innocent and cheerful, but by no means understanding.
Natasha moved her body further forward, and her body only occupied the front third of the sofa. She held the cup in both hands, looked at Schiller from under her red hair and said, "So, what reason can make a healthy person
What do men do as a last resort?”
Schiller sighed deeply. He gently groped the side of the tea cup with his fingers and said: "Human desires always grow with age, and the morbidity of patients with mental illness also grows with age. If there is too much overlap for a long time,
At this time, desire will be easily infected by pathology, resulting in some deviations beyond the ideal range..."
"That's it again." Natasha shook her head and said: "The scholars I have pursued are half as professional and boring as you at this time. I had given up on it earlier, doctor."
But at this time, Ivan next to him said thoughtfully: "Actually, I seem to have encountered this situation. I have seen people link violence and sexual desire. I don't know this situation.
How did it happen, but the consequences are much more serious than ordinary people imagine."
"This is definitely not flirting." Ivan pursed his lips and said as if recalling: "The murderer stabbed a girl to death, and then he..."
Ivan didn't seem to be conservative because he didn't say the sexual word, but just felt confused, incomprehensible and a little scared. He shook his head slightly and said: "When the police took him away, he was so excited.
They were all trembling, and kept saying that he gave her the most 'noble' love."
Steve shuddered, not because of murder, but because he couldn't understand the perverted thinking. He took a sip of tea to calm down, and then said: "Kill her if you love her. Such people really exist.
?"
Suddenly, he realized that Schiller was actually defending himself by changing the topic here.
Seeing Steve's gaze directed at him, Schiller sat down on the sofa with a tea cup, shook his head and said, "Don't look at me like that, I'm not that kind of person."
Just as Steve was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Schiller then say in that calm tone: "I will not be taken away by the police."
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